Thank You for reading this. Really, I’m so very grateful whenever anyone visits my blog for any reason. Thank you, Maria, for always responding to my posts in some way. And Thank you, M.A., for always “liking” whatever I post — even if it’s crap. And a special shout-out and humongous THANK YOU to whoever you are in the Bay Area who reads EVERY one of these posts! I don’t know who you are, but you absolutely MAKE MY DAY all the time!
Like Muppets for Teachers
Let’s talk about teachers for a minute. No doubt that everyone has their favorites as well as their least liked. I’ve mentioned a bit about my piano teachers in “People I’m Thankful for Even Though I Hate Them.” But I’m talking “school” here.
Oh, the memories… Oh, the PTSD!
Posted in At the Crosswalk
Tagged 30 Rock quotes, Audio, Beaker, Improper flirting, Jim Dale, Mahna-Mahnam, Muppets, Peggy Winegar, People who look like Muppets, Reading aloud, Teachers, Welcome Back Kotter
Twelve times in twelve years. And not just any twelve years: my first twelve years of life. That’s how often our family moved.
A Tale of Two Agents
Late for the plane, the ticket agent suggested that I go directly to the gate. I stepped off in a semi-run on the tiled floor and whoop! My boots slipped out from under me and I was on zi floo’. I made a lightening-round recovery and looked backed, suspiciously slit-eyed, at the place where I had slipped, fully expecting there to be a puddle of sunscreen there on the floor. Continue reading
Posted in Crossroads
Tagged Airplane Travel, Airport Security, attitude, Audio, customer service, customers, Exercise, Running, slick floor, TSA, weight gain, weight loss
Wa-a-ay back when I started this blog, I made a goal to not allow myself to get mired in the heaviness of life as is my wont to do. (See “Why the Whimsy.”) It occurred to me that my posts of late have leaned a bit into the reflective breeze of things which really is about one good tropical storm away from the hurricane of self-pity—which I always affectionately name, “Miranda“. Having finished my script—and now working on the first rewrite—I think I’ve entered a state of post-prosaic depression. This baby needs feeding and it’s difficult to get up the gumption to do it. I am frankly disappointed in myself that the script wasn’t an absolute work of genius and perfection the first time ‘round. It is good. It’s just not perfect… which, if I were truthful, I know it never will be. Great films are never completed; only abandoned. Left to his own devices, no doubt Orson Wells would have died still editing “Citizen Kane.”
Posted in Gum on my shoe
Tagged Audio, dunce, embarrassing moments, headshots, intention, introversion, introverts, potty humor, self-conscious, self-esteem, toilet paper, Wal-Mart, Walmart
It’s one of those detestably vague acronyms: Everything I Learned about Film-making, I Learned from a Hummingbird. Seriously, I absolutely must give one of my characters this name. It’s simply too good to languor in a blog. Of course, if the character is female, she would be called, FALIE HAFLIM. But that’s another topic.
My Hidden Pool
I was given an assignment once, in one of the many self-improvement classes I’ve completed over the years, to fill a paper bag with images representative of myself. More specifically, on the outside of the bag, I was assigned to paste images that represented how I think I appear to the world: my public face. On the inside, the assignment was to paste images of my inner-life: all the things going on inside of me that no one sees. Continue reading
A far-away friend mentioned today on Facebook that she was thinking of the Peruvian restaurant here in Provo, “La Carreta.” “Which is silly, really,” she said, “because I can’t taste right now anyway! Just thinking about it.”
So, in response, I began writing a little prose to help her “taste” a bit from this gem of a diner right here in li’l ol’ Provo, Utah. Of course, I have trouble doing anything “small,” and my few lines of prose grew into… well, this.
So, as they say in Peru, “¡Buen Provecho!”